St. Paul daily globe., 1887-03-06
RATHER RAPID GIRLS.
Several Things of an Almost Shocking
Nature Done by Maids Of the
Garden City.
Two of Them Amuse Several Others by
lndulging in a Two-Round
Boxing Match.
society beauties Pushing Modesty to
the Wall in Getting Their
Photographs Taken.
cigarettes in the Bedroom Drink
ing On the Quiet--New Place
for Chewing Gum.

W. AiSSpouuSHCc VI lHc
CHICAGO. March 4.-''Why, how do you
do? haven't seen you for an age Where
nave you kept yourself?" cried Il Chicago
gusher to pretty girl in mourning as the
TWO met Ill a dry goods store and pecked
away at each other with an apology for a
kiss.
'Oh! Pm not going out at all this win
ter. I'm in mourning. YOU know, and you
can't think how much Pm enjoying it, too
1t was perfectly awful the way | was run
down and the rest is making me feel just
lovely"
No. l exclaimed: ''Isn't that nice?" de-
clared herself all tired out, and directed a
sigh OF reproach at her own unaccOmmodat-
ing relatives who would persist in living,
despite the beneficial effect their death and
the mourning would have upon her health.
But am going up to Nelle's to-nigh
aren't yOu?" said the fair mourner. Il
wouldn't miss it for anything"
Nor l, !" and they both giggled mysteri
ously.
Miss it-who would?-a glove contest
between couple of society bellies. You
see. it is Lent. The conscientious dears
will not dance, and they must have some
amusement. They looked all through
their prayer-b0Ok, and found nothing i'll it
condemning ''slugging" as unhoiy, so, bent
on having good time and producing some
thing novel and not sinful. they secretly
invited their fFiends-ladies only-to
witness an exhibition of their skill in
handing the gloves. They confessed they
did not know much about it. They never
lad had an encounter with anything
but an air bag, and they were
ntI
the match ought to be conducted But sat
isfed with the assurance that if they did
not know much none of us knew more,
they carried out their programme. One of
the girls said it tasted like wild oats, as we
sat in a line around the room waiting for
the contestants to make their entrance. At
precisely half past eight in marched Nell
and Bess. gotten up in a gauZe vest. short
skirts, long stockings and moccasins. We
applauded their appearance uproariously,
and betting ran high, BeSS was the favor
ite, though Nell had some strong, faithful
supporters. They took their places in the
middle OF the room and solemnly shook
hands. Lon wanted to know if they
weren't going to kiss each other goodbye,
too. But Nell said it wasn't in order. She
told us, though, that somebody must call
time" She didn't know why, but it was
always done in affairs of this kind. Since
it did not seem to make any difference who
called we shouted slime" in chorus, and
they went to work. You never saw two
girls so afraid of each other in
your life. Nell would hit out square from
the shoulder and Bess would jump to the
other side of the room. Then Bess would
run up. strike the air furiously and cry
'thereH' to Nell over in a corner. The
audience politely endured this sort of work
Tor while. but pretty soon we commenced
to giggle and somebody said rats" Nell
and Bess stopped and contemptuousy in
formed us that we didn't un-
derstand the science of the thing;
and they are just getting warmed up. Iney
spent five minutes resting and rubbing their
muscles, then they shook hands and went
cries for blood, and some how or other all
by accident, Nell got inian awful blow at
Bess, right in the face. And what do you
suppose they did? Why, .Bess shrieled,
"Oh, you horrid thing! you hit me-" and
Nell cried, Il beg your pardonw No
amount OF persuasion could induce Bess to
go into the ring again, and during the re-
malnder OF the evening she held wet
towel to her face while we talked over the
last private theatrical.
We never had a Mrs. James Brown-Pot-
ter in Chicago, and Chicago cosmetics must
therefore go unrecOmmended and have
small sales. But, Notwithstanding this fact,
we have private theatricalS-to our
sorrow. The stage-struck young man
is terror by day and by
night. When he comes upon you you
may as we'll sit down and resign yourself to
your fate Before experience had taught
me wisdom | tried several times to stand
fire, but the invariabe result was cramps
i'll both legs. A man is salways long wnded
when he is talking about himself and when
it comes to talking about himself
as presented OH the stage, there
is positively no stopping him. Young men
have begun retailing their theatrical ey-
perienceS to ME Of an afternoon; hunger
has driven Inc to disappear before their
very eyes in quest of something to est: |
the parlor to Snd them still talking,
and so absorbed X. what they are
saying as to be utterly oblivious to my de-
parture. absence and reappearance. They
rant, rave and gesticulate in observing, cit
IS pleasant evening"" and society life has
become one long-drawn-out private theatri-
cal Of course. the girls have caught the
Infection and with them it shows itself not
only in action, but in dress. Photographers
are kept busy photographing society
beauties in variety actress guise and the
height of each girls ambition is to have her
picture taken with fewer clothes on than
the last one. [ mercifully and modestly
refuse to reflect on the possible outcome.
This craze is bound to create liking in the
girls for anything that is little bit naughty
The prettily furnished room of more
than one of Chicago's daughters
smells suspiciously of stale tobocco smoke
The proper thing at night-gown matinees
now is q cigarette. White-robed
pictures of innocence exchange conf
delices in cloud of tobacco smoke
and when mamma calls from her room that
around the deceltful creatures nudge each
other facetiously and feel DELIGHTFULLY."-
wicked. One tranSgreSSion leads natnr-
ally to another, and the dears are by no
means all Prohibitionists. 1t is as custom
ary for bevy of young maidens to go down
town ION lark" as it is for their brothers
to do so. Swell saloons have their ''ladies'
room, into which the ladies trip by twos
and threeS, giggling and chatter
ing, and they give their Or
ders with the unconscious grace
of man about town. AS a rule, they
prefer light wines. Real daring ores show |
a decided and dangerous liking for cham
payne But what was my horror yester-
day to hear sweet girl with madonna
face turn to the waiter, and coolly COM
mand. ''bring me whisky souri, If you
were to stand in the door of one of these
ladies' rooms and take a hasty survey of
the gay smiling crowd within, you
would doubtless marvel that each and
every girl should have chanced to have
bit of mud strike her on the cheek on the
way down. and you would marvel, too.